#didn't help that i started writing when i was very sleepy and basically forgot about it for weeks

[pastelhooman]

[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]

"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."

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A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.

"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"

"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.

Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"

the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.

"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world. After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.

Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?" "Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.

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#sorry if the ID is weird it happens everytime i tried to ID my comics it turned into psuedo-fics- #the cap is the prompt btw #the exchange is basically secret santa except it was in may lol #it was incredibly fun to work on this!! #and originally i drafted this to be like 4 pages and it got longer and l o n g e r and i was like oh no #all is good i made the deadline dont worry #yeah only some ten minutes left before it was overdue lol #oh and the event was last month i just procrastinated and didnt post it on anywhere except fb mb #half the reason was because i do NOT know how to ID and half way through it was feeling like writing a fic and that took. time #didn't help that i started writing when i was very sleepy and basically forgot about it for weeks #wElL aNyWAys #hope you enjoy this <3 #i really really love the prompts that i was given there were 3 in total but i only did one #they were all superb #vashwood #woodvash #wvw #vwv #wv #vw #trimax #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun manga #vash the stampede #vash trimax #wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood trimax #wvw exchange event 2023

[movietheaterbuttersmell]

learning pyramid and the cherry blossom scent

in college I learned about the learning pyramid. it's basically how much information you can learn and remember based on how you receive and treat the given information. listen to something, 10% remains. listening and note-taking, 40% remains. the more senses involved, the better you learn and remember.

I think even before learning about it I was already unconsciously doing it. when I study I take a whiff of white flower and when the exams come I bring the same scent in hopes of helping my brain remember. unconsciously, it became a habit.

when I came back from new york last 2016, cici gave me a shower set with a pink loofah, a body wash, and a lotion. all of which came in a cherry blossom scent. I thought, maybe when we go on dates I can shower with the cherry blossom scent so my brain can be wired that that scent meant us. I even left the cherry blossom lotion in your house because before we went to bed I would put it on and sometimes rub it on the back of my ears so you would smell it. I did all that until we got too comfortable I swore I didn't need any reminders. when my brain said "okay, I know now. this scent meant sleepovers and kissing whenever there's a chance. it meant sparks and anticipation. it meant praying together before sleeping. it meant all the firsts."

you can tell me a story I don't remember about something I did seven years ago and I will remember it. I'll listen and connect the dots and while remembering I'll try hard to think about every other detail. but give me the same scent, play the same music, say the same words and I'm back, living there. not reliving. not remembering. I am there. transported back in time. living.

I'm writing because today I went to the mall. I usually go to bath and body works to wash my hands and try the foams. I usually stay away from the cherry blossom section because I know the kind I used to have in 2016 is already discontinued. today I tried giving it another chance. I sprayed the mist on a piece of paper and nothing. it had the same notes but it wasn't exactly it. I washed my hands with the cherry blossom hand soap, almost but not quite. I tried two cherry blossom lotions then left. I couldn't help but do a bunch of sniff tests while I walked. when I washed it with water the moment I got home, it started smelling more and more like the one we had. I didn't want to take a shower because I wouldn't want the scent to go away.

this is too long for my journal and I couldn't write it there anyway.

I sniffed my wrists maybe 30 times while writing this. but I'm here. it's morning and I'm lying down on the left side of the big bed in the master's and I'm facing away from you because the sunlight hurts my head. you turned the AC back on because you didn't want me to feel uncomfortable. I pee and go back to bed, I bury my face in your hair. I'm hugging you but very carefully because I don't want you to wake up. it's noon and I'm making us lunch. we watch something funny. I'm insisting on doing the laundry. it's the afternoon and we're watching parks and rec while we binge on jollibee. I got too full I took a nap while you practiced. how can I sleep when the violin is too loud? a hidden talent. it's dusk and I'm folding your laundry. I do this because I want to. because it's the only help I could offer. I forgot to talk to my family. I tell them we're fine and I'll go home tomorrow. we know I won’t. I'm still scared to ask for another night here even though they never said no. it's nighttime and the water's out, I'm moaning with my head back. I'm latching onto the sheets. it's midnight and I'm fucking you as best as I could. you're cumming and I want to ask you if you ever faked an orgasm because you felt sleepy but instead I ask for feedback. we kiss some more. my lips feel like they're about to be ripped off. I was never fond of friction. all of my body is fragile and soft. I kiss you more because I want to. I tell you I love you. I wash my hands and brush my teeth.

I'm here. and that’s on the learning pyramid and the cherry blossom scent.